Joy is for you!

I’m not hanging

I love to worship. It’s a very expressive and emotional thing for me. Typically I close my eyes tight and sing loud, unaware of whatever anyone else is doing. Often I have visions of what the room may look like in the spiritual realm, or I see Jesus standing in front of me. Sometimes He dances with me. Sometimes He puts His forehead to mine and we just share a moment of tenderness and intimacy. I love Him so much.

Recently, I was standing with my hands raised to the sky and singing, “You’re never going to let, never going to let me down.”

It had been a hard week, full of attack. My husband and I know it’s because we’re about to step into a season of propulsion and the Lord has a ton of goodness in store. Stupid enemy. Same dumb tactics. So tonight, we went to a worship service ready to worship through the difficulty and be refreshed and refueled.

As I was singing my heart out, arms stretched high, and meaning every word of,

YOU ARE GOOD, GOOD, OH OH….

YOU’RE NEVER GONNA LET, NEVER GONNA LET ME DOWN

I saw that my big Papa God was holding my hands, as I was hanging, dangling over a building. But then the vision changed. He corrected me,

NO, MY DAUGHTER, YOU’RE NOT HANGING FROM ME, I’M CARRYING YOU SO YOU CAN REACH HIGHER.

The picture changed and I then saw myself being carried, held from the legs, around the knees, like one would hold someone to boost them up over a wall.

This was the reality, not the previous vision. I was not hanging. I was being lifted high. I was fully supported and free to reach as high as my Father lifted me and my arms could reach.

My worship got even louder, more free, and I began to wave my arms in a way that let the enemy know, I’M NOT HANGING, I’M LIFTED HIGH! I was declaring my freedom and confidence in my Father’s arms.

Sometimes it feels like we’re hanging, dangling from the little rope of faith we have left. That’s not necessarily bad, at least we’re clinging to our faith in the Lord! But it’s not accurate. The truth is, God’s got us. Our big, powerful, and loving Papa God is holding us, lifting us high, and encouraging us to reach with confidence. He wants us to stretch. He wants us to trust in Him and know that we’re safe. And, most importantly, He wants us to not be afraid of any attacks!

I’m so thankful for the loving correction. I will worship with my arms stretched high and I will walk forward knowing I’m not hanging. I’m lifted high!